In the Tenth Year of Marriage, Her Husband’s Old Flame Woke Up…
I married Declan ten years ago, and now his old flame has come back into the picture.
She is gentle and considerate, even after spending a decade in a hospital bed to save Declan’s mother. Despite the years, she still enchants everyone in Declan’s family.
My husband speaks with her as if they were childhood sweethearts, as if they shared innocent memories together. My mother–in–law treats her like a savior and even said in front of me, “I wish I had a daughter–in–law like you.”
And how about me? I wasn’t sad or upset; I felt relieved. Finally, the tedious narrative I’d endured for ten years was reaching its conclusion.
So when my mother–in–law stood before me, holding two eggs and glaring at me to make an egg pudding for her ideal daughter–in–law, Adeline, I didn’t even flinch. I just quietly tended to my wildflowers.
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“How can you be so inconsiderate? Adeline saved my life!”
“Oh! Then perhaps you should be the one who’s considerate!”
I casually replied to my “very considerate” mother–in–law.
Ten years ago, when Declan’s family was struggling, she pleaded with my father for a family alliance to save them. I followed my father’s
wishes and married him.
Later, when she was diagnosed with late–stage liver cancer, Adeline donated part of her liver, coinciding with my marriage into Declan’s family. I provided the funds, hired caregivers, and took care of everything.
Even when Adeline fell into a coma due to complications from the surgery, I covered the ICU expenses for nearly a decade!
I’ve asked myself, regarding my role as a daughter–in–law to Declan’s family, I have no regrets.
And now they look down on me?
I glanced at the lucky charm peeking out of her pocket and felt nothing but disdain.
The day after Adeline woke up, my mother–in–law brought her home, saying hospital food wasn’t good enough and that she’d be better cared
for at home.
Over the next month, the caregiver I hired stopped coming to my room and became her servant instead.
What disgusted me the most was Declan visiting her room as well. My mother–in–law allowed it because I couldn’t have children.
She called me barren and watched as Declan’s family lineage seemed in jeopardy. In this critical moment, Adeline was seen as their lifeline, the hope they desperately clung to.
If that’s the case, I have nothing more to say.
I’m about to return to reality anyway.
Before entering this story, the system told me I could choose a role. If I lived by that role’s rules for ten years, I would receive half the bonus meant for that character.
I gladly accepted.
So, without hesitation, I followed my father’s advice and married Declan.
This way, I’d earn more money.
I figured, in less than half a month, my dream would come true.
“Can’t have children, and you still pick and choose what work you’ll do?”
1:05 PM
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No matter how sharp–tongued my mother–in–law is, she can’t hide her greed for that lucky charm.
Then she stopped hiding it altogether and flaunted it.
“Adeline is pregnant with my son’s child! Look at you, such a failure! You can’t even have a baby!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her outrageous words.
Living in my house, using my caregiver, sleeping with my husband, and now carrying a child to fight me for family assets, and I have to pay for a caregiver to care for the homewrecker?
I stared speechlessly at my daydreaming mother–in–law.
“What are you looking at? The previous caregiver left because of you. You won’t pay for a new one and won’t care for the pregnant woman. What do you plan to do in this house?”
“Yeah, I really don’t want to do anything.”
For such a ridiculous mother–in–law, wasting even a word on her feels like a waste of breath.
